It's really ridiculous. Tang Ling looked at Su Yao in front of him with this idea in his mind.

He could not describe his inner despair. He tried so hard to bring his mother-in-law and sister into the safe zone, but when he woke up, he found that he was the only one living and still in the safe zone, facing a completely unfamiliar man, as strong as a bull.

What do you want to say? What reaction should you give? Tang Ling, who was ashamed, had no fear! He was not afraid of death after losing the pillars in his heart.

"Okay." After looking at Tang Ling with empty eyes for almost a minute, Su Yao felt a deep frustration in his heart and threw Tang Ling onto the bed.

"That's how you treat your savior." Su Yao was a little angry, but more helpless. He nestled in the sofa, put his long and strong legs on the small table, making a dull sound.

He took out a cigarette and lit it again, and Su Yao felt that he needed to take the next dose of the strong medicine.

Tang Ling had no reaction. He maintained the posture of Su Yao throwing him on the bed. In fact, Tang Ling could no longer move. The weakness in his body after waking up was stronger than ever before.

Besides, he stood motionless in front of the window for almost eight hours.

That was the only belief that supported him. If there was hell, he could at least tell his mother-in-law and sister what it looked like in the safe area No. 17.

Actually, it's not like heaven.

The muddy roads and dense stone houses are stacked, some are tall and some are short, but they are all like ants boxes, which are depressing.

The eyes are not too far away, and the crowding like the sky and the sun makes many places unable to see the light, as dark as in the evening.

Even if this is just a corner of the No. 17 security zone, how happy can they be than the people in the settlement?

Perhaps, is it a sense of security?

Tang Ling was filled with despair in her heartache, and she had no feeling at the knock on the door outside the house at this time.

However, Su Yao glanced at Tang Ling, who was like a dead dog on the bed, and opened the door.

It turned out that the chef twisted his waist in a charming manner and walked into the room with a pot of fragrant broth.

She didn't care about Tang Ling. After putting the soup on the table, she just watched Su Yao twisted and refused to leave, but was beaten by Su Yao's bad eyes and had to leave in disappointment.

"Drink it." Su Yao put the broth in front of Tang Ling, feeling that his tone was already very gentle.

In fact, the broth looks very good. It was steaming and cooked for almost a whole day. The milky white soup was filled with oil. The originally strong chunks of muscle were already soft and were about to separate the flesh and blood.

The green and precious vegetables were probably the last ones to be put in and floated on the milky white soup.

Tang Ling lived for fifteen years with such luxurious broth. Not to mention seeing it, it even sounded unimaginable.

But even so, Tang Ling didn't even turn his eyes.

"Haha, in this era, I don't even have basic piety when facing food! It seems that after you recover, I will be tempted by this attitude, and I need to beat you a few times." Su Yao was surprised to stop being angry, and clenched his fists, making waves of bone sounds.

He was so calm that he didn't say anything anymore, but walked to the corner of the room, opened the cabinet, took out a backpack, then picked up Tang Ling and threw it in front of the backpack.

The hard ground made a muffled sound, but Tang Ling was surprisingly lacking in pain in her body. Su Yao squatted down calmly and pulled open his backpack.

A bloody skirt was handed to Tang Ling.

Tang Ling suddenly looked up. Although the skirt was torn, he could still recognize the familiar patterns and patches at a glance.

A fabric skirt, Shanshan’s favorite and most luxurious skirt.

Even if she fled, she would wear her skirt inside.

Almost snatched the skirt, Tang Ling held it tightly in her hand, buried her face in the skirt, and seemed to be able to smell the familiar scent of dried loofahs.

"Shanshan..." Tang Ling's throat made a few dry and unpleasant words. She wanted to cry but didn't have tears, and her eyes were hurting very much.

"It's a pity that I only found this. In this era, you may have to get used to a living person, and there will be no scum left in the blink of an eye." Su Yao's tone softened, and it was obvious that he wanted to comfort him, but what he said could only make people even more desperate.

Tang Ling didn't say anything, but there was finally a hint of gratitude in his eyes. He didn't care about his life, but he was grateful that the man in front of him could still find this tattered skirt.

"This is for you too. There is no way, there is only a small body left, so..." As he spoke, Su Yao took out a very small jar from his backpack and placed it in front of Tang Ling.

Tang Ling was not stupid and understood what Su Yao was talking about. He took the clay jar in one hand, which was unbelievably light.

However, Tang Ling's knuckles turned white because she tried too hard.

That was also his only strength. All he could hold was the tattered skirt in front of him and the jar containing his mother-in-law's ashes.

"Thank you." Tang Ling lowered his head and said these two words with difficulty, but his eyes became more and more empty.

The relics are not comforting, but the last glimmer of hope and fantasy is broken.

"Does these two words "Thank you" make sense? I thought hatred could support you." Su Yao took a deep breath of cigarette and narrowed his eyes again.

Tang Ling was confused. Hatred? Is it to look for those corpses? The life he longed for was to rely on his sister and mother-in-law for life.

Is it meaningful to find those corpses who are completely unconscious? Tang Ling has no motivation.

Su Yao was not in a hurry, but just stood cross-legged in front of Tang Ling, spit out a sip of smoke, then took out something from his arms and handed it to Tang Ling.

"You don't think everything is a coincidence, right? Let's take a look at this. Everything is wrong and debtor! If you are a man, even if you want to die, should you give me an explanation?"

"Perhaps, these stupid pig-like senior executives in the No. 17 safety zone can't be blamed?" As if he felt that the fire was not fierce enough, Su Yao deliberately added.

Looking at the things in Su Yao's hands, Tang Ling suddenly widened his eyes. He was so shocked that he wanted to stand up, but his weakness made him kneel on the ground all of a sudden.

"Where did it come from?" Tang Ling's breathing became extremely rapid. She was originally weak and had difficulty speaking. Now that she asked this question, she tried her best and her face turned red.

"It's a pity that I didn't win, so I've saved my life! But, in the future, do you have a reason to not win?" Su Yao said lightly.
Chapter completed!